Sundays:- In Sunday clothes you go to church;
At home, your sceptre is a rod of birch.
Notice those old people at the cross-walk?
"Certainly not! If they approach, I'll balk;
"Touch not those unwashed, there could be danger."
"I never talk with a complete stranger..."
Think not you are a Christian then, my friend.
Your heart and hand to all, learn to extend...
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